Daughter of a Witch

Wardrobe Fitting Fun (TV Show)

Y/n shrugged on the purple-and-black checkered flannel like a jacket, letting it hang open over her edgy "Witches Road" outfit. The purple-and-green bodysuit hugged her frame, vivid against the bleached, ripped jeans that added a rebellious edge. She finished lacing up her purple-and-green tie-dye Converse and gave herself an approving look in the mirror, running a hand over the flannel draped casually over her shoulders.

"Now this feels like road trip-ready witch wear," she murmured with a grin, admiring the layered mix of punk and magic. The whole look embodied her character, Lily Harkness, and she couldn't wait to embody that spirit on screen.

Just then, Aubrey Plaza burst in, practically gliding as she tossed a random purple cape over her shoulders, striking a dramatic villain pose. "Y/n! You look like you're ready to hit the road with nothing but spells and some serious attitude," she declared, waggling her eyebrows. "Witches on wheels!"

Y/n burst out laughing, shaking her head. "Aubrey, are you here for a fitting or just to steal all the capes?"

"Why choose?" Aubrey replied, letting the cape fall open as she gestured around. "Besides, I'm just here to ensure your look is top-tier chaotic-witch-on-the-run."

Just as Aubrey started practicing her "evil laugh," Kathryn Hahn sauntered in, her bright energy illuminating the fitting room. She took one look at Y/n's outfit and dramatically tapped her chin. "Hmm...open flannel, tie-dye, ripped jeans. It's like 1690s meets '90s road warrior," she mused, crossing her arms as if analyzing a masterpiece. She looked at Y/n with a grin. "I love it. But I feel like it needs more...flare."

Kathryn scanned the room, her eyes landing on a pair of oversized round sunglasses on a nearby rack. She plucked them up and handed them to Y/n with an exaggerated flourish. "There. Now you're ready for a spellbound road trip."

Y/n slipped on the sunglasses, striking a casual pose. "Okay, I'll admit-I feel incredibly cool right now." She adjusted the glasses and took a deep breath, channeling her inner witch.

As she began strutting down the fitting room's makeshift runway, Kathryn called out, "Work it, Y/n! You've got the magic!"

Y/n laughed, letting herself get caught up in the moment. She twirled and posed, giving her best fierce looks to the mirror. "You know, this could totally be a new fashion trend: 'Witch Grunge.' I might just start a movement!"

Aubrey leaned against the wall, arms crossed, clearly impressed. "You might be onto something! I see it now: 'Witch Grunge' will sweep the coven. Think of the merchandise! I'm already picturing a line of spell-themed flannel jackets."

Just then, the costume designer walked in, arms full of more period-accurate robes, trying to get their attention. "Ladies, we're running a bit behind, so if we could focus..."

But Y/n, Kathryn, and Aubrey were too busy staging an impromptu fashion show. Y/n strutted across the fitting room, flannel billowing behind her like a cloak, while Aubrey held up imaginary scorecards and Kathryn gave theatrical commentary. "I give it a 10 for witchy rebelliousness," Kathryn said, clapping her hands with mock seriousness.

Aubrey said, "I give it a solid 11 for that color combo! Who knew witches could be so stylish?" She did her best impression of a judge from a reality competition, her face exaggerated in delight.

Y/n spun around one last time, the open flannel flaring out, and beamed as the others cheered. In that moment, surrounded by laughter, she felt the magic of it all-the costumes, the characters, and the friendships they were creating along the way.

"Okay, but seriously," Y/n said, slowing her twirling to catch her breath, "what's next for me? More outfits? This is too much fun!"

Aubrey grabbed a feather boa from a nearby rack and draped it around her neck. "Oh, the next fitting should definitely include some sequins! Every witch needs sparkle, right?"

"Exactly! Lily deserves to shine," Kathryn chimed in, pretending to be serious as she adjusted the imaginary collar of her own outfit. "And what's a good witch without a bit of sass?"

"Definitely sass," Y/n agreed, pulling the flannel tighter around her shoulders. "We should have a whole montage of Lily's outfits! I can already see the movie poster: 'Witch Meets Fashion.'"

As they brainstormed, the atmosphere shifted from just fitting clothes to a creative brainstorming session fueled by laughter and shared ideas. Each suggestion brought a new wave of excitement, and Y/n felt herself growing even more into the character she was about to portray.

Eventually, the costume designer, unable to contain her laughter any longer, chimed in, "All right, fashionistas. While your creativity is inspiring, we do need to focus on getting a few key pieces finalized."

"Sure, sure," Y/n said, waving her hand dramatically. "But let's just try a few more things before we get serious, okay?"

With the laughter and lightness still in the air, they agreed to try on more outfits, and soon, the fitting room became a whirlwind of costumes, capes, and accessories. Each transformation felt like stepping into a new world, and Y/n couldn't help but relish every moment. As she twirled again, flannel and bodysuit swirling, she knew this fitting would be one of her favorite memories from the entire production. At this moment, fashion, friendship, and some magic collide.